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Serrano absorbed this new information, classifying and storing it within the endless rows of cabinets and bookshelves that was his sharp mind.

He turned back to the two stoats, his paws clasped behind his back as he smiled innocently at them.

"Do either of you good stoats happen to know where his tent is?"

With the sheer amount of casualness placed in his question, he might as well have asked them their thoughts on the weather.